Some day, some way, I will fall down these stairs, and die.
My head will turn around on its fatal spinal axis, looking at you with my smiling butt below.
I have no trouble climbing this staircase.
Descending it makes my knees weak and my arms tremble.
Something about its roller-coasteresque open-air.
It is not an aging thing, at least I don’t think.
It has been like this since ~17 years ago, when I first discovered this pedestrian overpass.
I pass through this staircase en route to the Sex Offender Payphone on Borden Avenue
MY EXORCIST STAIRCASE
